Chapter 1
I am perceived as having a defect when it affects a matter,
but I seem without pretending to be an advice for reason,
as it is low not to understand it, the heart always suffers,
which makes coarse feelings in the likeness of a loser,
I am patient and I repent while I cry with resentment,
even giving my talent I always fight in the corner,
that is why I never think about everything with direction without blushing,
because my imperfect time I beg for it from some lord.
If it were not the memories that ask for forgiveness,
like a hummingbird wounded in candles of passion,
some lips sigh for you, convinced of nation,
but being a gloomy one that reduces its movement,
the excuse of this Poor! Poor Dreamer is lost!
